I Have Spoken, Too...
Nah, fuck it... let me be open, duke.
I know the truth that I see the game from an overview...
There's only two people on top of the game, rocking the chain...
Me n' my shadow, but the third spot offer remains...
See from an ocular vein... like binoculars, perception
of those not to be claimed... as a natural yet, I'm detaching their rep.
Tried to fasten their set in quickly, but I figured
their rap was inept... their actual action don't cash in, put em' back into debt!!!...
Word... now let the crowd roars die down...
let the scepter reflect off my crown...moving onto the high ground...
The pharaoh's tomb... pheromones of chiseled noses
and slave workers in Egypt... ain't even close to this key shit...
Yeah, the locksmith of hip hop shit... walk this...plank...
But we don't cross ships... The Last Castle, Robert Redford...
You see me there on the drawbridge... Catholics looking up...
Trying figure out who the God is (word)
No bible description for this rhyming infliction... sick flow,
Need some kind of prescription... climbing in this,
without finding out the climate condition...
Cold... sinus, I'm sniffling... but yea, back to the raps...
snapping on cats with enough ill to make a pathogen lapse...
On impact, I've been that with the tracks...
Pull the railroad spikes out and causing an accident at the point of action, n' ask
the conductor what happened, n' that's...
- Me being sadistic... even with this shit, me keying makes my very being not seem realistic...
Fucking Neo screaming with Trinity... nobody in my vicinity...
Like Agent Smith, unless it is just me...
I'm the very definition of disbelief... pick a geek right off of his freaking feet...
And toss em over my shoulder, easily... boy.
Believe me, I toy with the certainty of destruction...
The same circuit breaker engaged causing these verses to function...
Set the third eye aflame... let the host climb inside my brain...
Minute hand ticking while I 'coin' of phrase
to show you people that times have "changed"... the sane mind
is still insane and kind of strange...
while my rhymes enslave your spinal range
Causing you to collapse... music and tracks put together
so seamlessly, the very movement of units attacks like white blood cells
Bored? Never. Go to war with any board member.
Looked at your agenda n' found there's nothing more "tender"...
Has me wondering what's your gender...
The fucking form bender. Awards from my efforts scored when these fucking...
Lyrical swords enter... through your body, ugh.
Won't be a pretty site - Ugly.com
Drop bombs from the minute you see the image of me.
Grinning and "skinning my teeth"... "dishing" defeat, since it's
too hot in the "kitchen" to speak... and under the condition that I'm in the kitchen,
it's literally "rinse" and repeat... Bitches.
Stay silent, like Mr. Bean. Inches from your anatomy.
Awakening a reality where your sanity's on a balance beam...
Teetering with every slight gesture from a mic jester...
I'm like, Dexter, alright? But my game with the knife's "fresher"...
Who's Red John? You'll find out.
I'm always logged on, but my brain just "signed out".
I just opened my mind n' my brain climbed out.
Laid on my couch, n' said it was "My House"...
Set the track on fire, every line doused... ah, fuck it...
this is the "end"... ^ but not of the picture, but for when I rip it again...
^^ Peep the specialist avy to get that line.